The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Desmond examined his room thoroughly but couldn't find any appealing objects for his magic experiments. With no luck in his search, he decided to call for his maid's assistance. As was customary in Desmond's house, the maid knocked on the door and sought his permission before entering.

"Is there anything I can assist you with, young master?" the maid inquired, finding Desmond lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling.

Observing the maid's bashful demeanor, Desmond recalled the recent incident when he had walked through the house shirtless, revealing his athletic physique. The maid blushed and lowered her head, her thoughts consumed by the memory.

Desmond, who had just come up with an idea, noticed the maid's flushed face and decided to draw her attention. "Ahem," he faked a cough to get her to look at him.

Upon hearing the cough, the maid quickly raised her head and saw her young master staring at her intently. Her heart raced, and her breathing grew uneven. She could already imagine being reprimanded by her young master. However, as she recollected the previous incident, her nervousness subsided, replaced by a warm sensation spreading through her body.

Desmond, realizing his maid's distress, spoke up hastily. "Please search for any unused rings, necklaces, pens, and brooms. If you don't find any, you may purchase them using the gold coin I provided."

"Yes, young master," the maid responded, instantly regaining her composure. She hurriedly made her way towards the door but closed it slowly as she left Desmond's room.

Once the maid was gone, Desmond retrieved the ink box from his desk. It was a small glass box with a dull edge, measuring only half the size of his palm. Placing the ink box on the floor, he contemplated it for a moment before settling himself on the ground, chanting a spell silently in his mind.

"Custom Spell: Item Modifier."

As before, natural energy began to gather within the ink box. However, this time Desmond realized the substantial amount of energy required to activate the spell, and he felt a slight dizziness after its activation.

The natural energies continued to accumulate, gradually forming a shadowy replica of the ink box created from the collected natural energy. The energies flowed steadily, directly into the shadow of the ink box, causing it to increase in size.

Desmond narrowed his eyes, his gaze intense and focused, as he channeled his magical prowess into action. He activated a potent elemental spell, commanding the forces of ice to swirl around him in a mesmerizing dance. The chill in the air grew palpable as a delicate layer of frost formed on his body, enveloping him like a glimmering armor.

The icy coating seemed to concentrate particularly around the area nearest to the ink box, creating an ethereal glow.

From the outside, Desmond's skin took on a surreal sheen, resembling a polished mirror reflecting the surrounding environment. The play of light on his shimmering surface was mesmerizing, capturing the attention of anyone who happened to glance in his direction. However, as his back remained untouched by the elemental ice, it retained its ordinary appearance.

Patiently, Desmond waited, allowing the natural energy to gather and settle before the luminous display dissipated. As the glow subsided, he finally beheld the ink box in its unadorned form. The box, devoid of any ostentatious alterations, appeared unremarkable to his naked eye, failing to exhibit any discernible changes compared to its original state.

A sigh escaped Desmond's lips, carrying a hint of disappointment. Nevertheless, undeterred by this setback, he resolved to delve deeper into the mysteries of the modified ink box. Determined to uncover its secrets, he initiated a comprehensive system scan, leveraging the advanced capabilities of his magical apparatus.

With a soft hum, the scan commenced, delving into the depths of the ink box's enchantments.

The system responded dutifully, relaying the gathered information to Desmond's eager mind:

[Name: Ink-box

Grade: Uncommon

Information: A mere vessel designed to contain ink.

System Conclusion: This item has been infused with a potent Item Modifier spell, enabling it to store and unleash a wide range of spells continuously. However, each activation places a progressively heavier burden on the item.

Spell: 0/1

Durability: 100/100]

Reading the scan results, Desmond's eyes sparkled with a mix of fascination and anticipation. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he realized the true value hidden within the ink box. "Despite its limited durability, this is undoubtedly a rare find," he murmured, his voice brimming with excitement.

A surge of curiosity overwhelmed him, compelling him to test the ink box's capabilities firsthand. His hand, guided by instinct, reached out to grasp the enchanted artifact. With resolute determination, Desmond activated a spell without a moment's hesitation.

"Basic Spell: Heal," he declared, his voice calm and composed. No incantations were required, for his command of magic had reached a level where mere intention was sufficient to weave the strands of power.

Natural energy responded to his call, converging within his outstretched palm. A verdant glow suffused the air, infusing the surroundings with a sense of invigorating vitality. The soft hue of green enveloped Desmond's hand, radiating a serene aura.

To his astonishment, Desmond watched as his hand, bathed in the luminous green light, seemingly dissolved into nothingness, absorbed by the very ink box he held. The transition was swift and seamless, as if his appendage had become one with the enchanted artifact.

In the wake of this mystifying absorption, the ink box itself began emanating the same revitalizing energy that had enveloped Desmond's hand. The refreshing aura expanded, caressing the surrounding space with its gentle embrace. Desmond, still clutching the ink box, found himself immersed in the enchanting sensation, a harmonious connection forming between him and the artifact.

"Incredible!" Desmond exclaimed, his voice tinged with awe and wonder. Slowly, he placed the ink box back on the floor, observing the radiant glow as it receded, drawing the verdant light back into its depths. The ink box, now devoid of external luminosity, appeared once again as an ordinary container, concealing its extraordinary power beneath a mundane facade.

"It's like a spell that continuously activates without draining the caster's energy," Desmond mused, his mind captivated by the ink-box's fascinating ability. However, a hint of disappointment lingered within him, for he realized that the spell only remained active while he held the ink-box.

"But... wait..." A furrow formed on his brow as a troubling thought surfaced. "Doesn't that mean anyone can use this ink-box?" The notion unsettled him, imagining a scenario where others could access and utilize the item without his permission. It emphasized the need for proper storage or even destruction if he deemed it useless.

"But it's just a speculation," he reminded himself, caution tempering his excitement. Something flickered in his eyes, a mix of curiosity and concern. "Now, let's assess the cost of this spell. Status."

The ink-box momentarily forgotten, Desmond shifted his focus to his own being, initiating a scan to gather information.

[Scanning Host Body...]

[Scan Complete!]

[

-Status-

Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age: 10 years

Race: Half-Human (50%)

Class: 1st Swordsman / 0 st Dragonslayer

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 17.16 / 37.16

Strength: 28.00

Agility: 21

Stamina: 3.43 / 7.43

Dragon Essence: 0

]

"What...?" Desmond's eyes widened in shock as he beheld the staggering amount of energy being expended. "No wonder I feel completely drained." His expression darkened, a mix of frustration and exhaustion clouding his features.

Dizziness washed over him, as if his vitality was being drained in the process of utilizing the ink-box. The unsettling possibility of theft further added to his concerns.

*Knock* *Knock*

Desmond swiftly closed the transparent status window, shifting his attention to the sound at the door.

"Young master, I have brought the things you requested," the maid's voice echoed through the room as she stood outside, holding a small white pouch.

"You may come in." Desmond's calm response seemed to alleviate the maid's worries, and she cautiously entered the room, her gaze falling upon Desmond, who was seated on the floor with a pale countenance. Her eyes also caught sight of the ink-box resting near the bed.

"Are you all right, young master?" Concern etched into her voice as she placed the white pouch beside the door, hastening her steps toward Desmond.

"I'm fine, just feeling a bit exhausted," Desmond assured her, appreciating her genuine concern. An idea flickered in his mind, prompting him to say, "Try touching the ink-box." He turned around, pointing toward the ink-box resting on the floor.

Observing her closely, Desmond's eyes widened, his gaze fixated on every subtle movement. His heart raced, hoping that his apprehensions were unfounded, and that his maid's interaction with the ink-box would yield no unexpected results.

Complying with his request, the maid glanced at the ink-box, detecting nothing out of the ordinary. "Yes, young master." Despite a faint sense of unease emanating from the artifact, she trusted her young master's judgment and reached out to touch it.

Desmond watched intently, afraid to miss even the slightest detail. The moment her hand made contact with the ink-box, his breath caught in his throat. His hope hinged on this crucial moment, awaiting confirmation or dispelling of his suspicions...

"What should I do now, young master?" the maid asked, her delicate hand clasping the ink-box as she tilted her head, seeking guidance from Desmond.

A wave of relief washed over him, evident in his sigh. "Place it on the table," he instructed, offering her a warm smile. The maid blushed and lowered her head, her heart fluttering at his attention. This was a familiar pattern for Desmond, as he had grown accustomed to the effect he had on his maids. However, his focus remained fixed on the ink-box.

Aware that his maid's every move was being observed, her nervousness palpable, she carefully placed the ink-box on the table. "It's done, young master," she reported, her voice trembling slightly. She swiftly retreated to the safety of the door, holding onto it tightly.

"Is there anything else I can assist you with, young master?" Her words were tinged with both concern and a desire to leave the room as quickly as possible.

Desmond was momentarily taken aback by his maid's anxious demeanor. "No," he replied softly, understanding her need to escape the tense atmosphere. He watched as she hurriedly left, holding onto the door with a hint of desperation.

Left alone, Desmond stood up and approached the ink-box. Despite the numbness that had settled over him, his gaze remained fixated on the artifact.

As he touched the ink-box, an unexpected reaction occurred. It sprang to life, emanating a vibrant green glow that infused the air with a refreshing essence. A burst of laughter escaped Desmond's lips, the mirth he had been suppressing finally breaking free.

"Perhaps it's because of me?" he pondered aloud, his voice tinged with amusement. His lips curled into a broad smile, his pearly white teeth glinting in the light.

With the ink-box held securely in his grasp, Desmond shifted his attention to the white pouch near the door. "I wonder how many spells this little thing can contain," he mused, his laughter taking on a mischievous tone.

"Now, I just need to transform this into a remote control," Desmond declared, his voice laced with determination. "System, is there a way to overcome the current limitations?"

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Creating Task...

Used 1 Slot

Status: Working 0%

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[Working 50%...]

[Status: Completed]

[Saving to Database...]

[Data Saved!]

[System Conclusion: After analyzing the Custom Spell: Item Modifier, the host can channel their energy into an object enchanted with the spell, enabling them to activate or deactivate its effects at will.]